All of a sudden, another Chzarr ran up to Phire. Her name was Luna, and she looked almost exactly like him except instead of olive-green spots, she had yellow ones. This was because she was his fraternal twin.
"Consumate! Consumate! And it's different this time!" she yelled. Phire sighed. Why did it always have to be him that drove off the Consumates? He sprinted to the village entrance, avoiding the one-story buildings sculpted out of hills that the residents of Nanet. When he got there, he was extremely surprised at the sight of what was there. Before him stood a fifty-foot tall Consumate. Only it didn't look like a Consumate. It had a spider body with ten thick legs tipped with three sharp, deadly claws each. Its tail tip was shiny, hard, and oozing with corrosive acid. It had a torso that extended up from the spider's body, with four arms. Its neck was five feet long, with the ugly Consumate head at the end.
"Hello," it hissed, blowing hot, smelly breath all over Phire. Phire screamed like a little girl.
"Simulation deactivate," said a husky voice. "What if the Consumates did evolve like that and we were unprepared? We would all be Consumate fodder, that's what. Ladies, that was a perfect example of what not to do during an attack." The body that belonged to the voice was a Chzarr whose army-commander uniform was adorned with countless medals and awards.
What had happened was the Norns' ship had landed on a planet named Dekon. The Consumate (or their ancestor) had escaped. It accidentally pushed a button on Spitz's gencapsule, and made another of each of the species. The second Consumate ate all the Norns, and after the Consumates had left, the Akons and Chzarri left their capsules and went outside too. After about a year, the population of "NextGens" had grown to about one thousand five hundred of each species. The Consumates, like their name, were constantly evolving and changing to attempt to rule the planet and be the "perfect" species.